[Mr. Serv-On x4]
Daddy was a gangsta who raised me
Momma was a lady who raised me

Forever, a true thing forever, kissing dead triggers
Born to die quicker see me pull my nine ticker
Remember me, now tell me what you sell me
I pistol diaper running wild a ghetto child
With aim, to slang weed and cane
Never knew my place in life until daddy put me in the game
He said, son make our name famous
Can't let these bitches bang with us
Let alone find the love to die with us
With tears in her eyes and god on her side
Momma said a prayer for us
She saw the turn I took, but none shook
To look a murder in my eyes find a ten for my first ride
The same day my daddy died
Now I'm in the hole for shanking, thinking suicide
Until a voice from the grave said son, you gots to ride
Stand tall and when they let you free fuck a bitch for me

Daddy was a gangsta momma was a lady who raised me
Thuggin got your baby
Daddy was a gangsta momma was a lady who raised me
Murder got your baby
Daddy was a gangsta momma was a lady who raised me
Dope slanging got your baby
Daddy was a gangsta momma was a lady who raised me
Armed robbery

[Fiend]
Momma look at your baby boy, josing No Limit lookin
Surrounded by killers and dealers, sharing a little boasting
No one approaching, it's survival cause you heard us a rival
Street, probably murder one hand, look the man for the dollar
Couldn't holler, wanted power
Fiend working dirt like a trucker, bad motherfucker
No living this, get back to my mother
Moving hubbers cause I'm a surburban lover
That's on my stash, put it on my best peice of ass
forever have cash
Lord help me surpass the low of dirt and grimy
Please re